I haven’t had a real meal today. I ate three canned biscuits this morning at Karen’s apt. and then had cake and fruit at the “meeting of the elite,” as I have come to call our Wed. afternoon “class.” Maybe I should eat something. I feel like I’ve had too much caffeine. I’m chewing my thumbnails to oblivion.. Maybe I should learn to sit and meditate. In fact, that would probably be a good idea. Greg used to teach ballroom dancing. Which, I suppose, makes him Mr. Perfect. I’m not sure whether he likes to camp or not. I was…
Let’s see, I read a bit of Anna today, though not nearly enough. Played Andy at chess backstage instead of reading. I beat him whenever I play white because he’s not used to playing black. We played two games yesterday and two today. We’re 2 and 2. I’m up in the lab till 4 when it closes. Then I suppose I’ll read some more. I got a 91 on my Con Law test, which is what i was aiming for (considering I didn’t study). But, If i want any room, i guess i really ought to read the cases next…
I just discovered that I’d make a lousy private eye, or any kind of spy for that matter. I nailed all my lines except one today during rehearsal (not counting me few tag lines at the very end of the show), which was very good. I sucked yesterday, and the two guys who are in that scene were getting ticked at me. But today, they made more mistakes than I did, which made me feel better. During rehearsal, while I was waiting around till the last scene, Andy Watson looked at me from behind the glass door where he was…